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  GILL McEVOY
   
     
THE CLOCKMAKER.
 
I am the clockmaker, the acolyte of Time.
I live among the forest trunks of Tick and Tock
And endless fields of cogs and wheels
That interminably turn,
Seeking escape but finding none,
For my hand is steady on them, firm.
 
I am the clockmaker, the keeper of Time:
I oil the spikes beneath his shoes,
Impose upon his heart's swift rhyme
A suitable restraint,
Not too fast and not too slow,
But absolutely right;
I keep Time, I keep Time.
 
I am the clockmaker,
Time's acolyte and pacemaker,
Dispensing rationed seeds
Of seconds, minutes, grains of time,
Punctuating hours with a chime
Of bells: I am the clockmaker,
The measurer of Time.

 



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